Adulthood has its pros and cons.

On the one hand, there comes a time when you see people bearing grudges against you, even after months of not interacting with them, and you don't feel bad, your core emotional reaction is to feel sorry for them, for suffering in the dungeon in their minds they have built and sentenced themselves to.

On the other hand, no one asks you what your favorite dinosaur is anymore. People don't care.

It's triceratops you heartless bastards.

It all evens out I guess.